Kristin

By the time we had both cooled off it was past midnight and I knew it was time for me to leave. “When can I see you again?” I

asked.

“Not before Sunday night, I’m afraid. I have to fly to San Francisco tomorrow to set up an exhibit at the annual book show

there. I’ll be back Sunday afternoon, so you can take me to dinner Sunday evening if you like. Then I’ll be home until next

Tuesday, when I fly to Chicago. I’m a working girl, remember, and have to put in some time to get paid. Not a rich writer who

only works when he feels like it.”

“Jealousy is a burden all we charmers have to bear. Wait until you’re a model and only have to work every other month.”

“7 o’clock Sunday?” Between passionate kisses I was able to nod my head.

Before I said goodnight I told Kristin that I was going to be out of town for the rest of the week also. I was lecturing at a

writers’ conference in Savannah, Georgia and would be gone from Wednesday to Sunday. “I hope our schedules mesh as

well as that in the future.”

* * *

My conference was one of several I usually participated in during the year and was interesting because of the contacts I

made with other writers and people in the publishing field.

When Kristin opened the door for me Sunday evening she was wearing a form fitting dress that looked as if it had been

molded to every delightful curve of her body. She looked gorgeous and I told her so. Many heads turned, both men and

women, as we were being seated at the restaurant.

We briefed each other on our own sojourn, talking mostly about the people we met and some of our activities. I had to tell her

about one writer I met at dinner whose stories were so hilarious that everyone at his table and those surrounding it were in

constant laughter.

“I haven’t read any of his books, but if he writes the way he talks they must be very funny.”

When I mentioned his name Kristin laughed and said, “I have read him and he is very funny.”

“And you’re going to Chicago Tuesday, right?” I asked.

“Yes, and I’ll be gone the rest of the week.”

“That doesn’t leave us much time to be together.”

“We’ll have this evening and tomorrow. Can we spend tomorrow together?”

“I’d love to,” I replied. I then touched my wine glass to Kristin’s and said, “And let’s make this a memorable night.”

Kristin gave me a puzzled look and said, “I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

“Maybe I’m being presumptuous,” I replied. “But I’ve been hoping all week that this will be the first of many nights we’ll spend

together.”

“You’re way ahead of me again, Paul. Let’s take one step at a time. Okay?”

“If that’s the way you want it. It’s the same old dilemma; if a man moves too quickly he might lose the lady and if he moves too

slowly she might think he’s not interested enough. I guess it’s the same for women. If she slows things down too much the

man loses interest and if she lets things move along quickly she’s concerned that the man will think she’s an easy mark.”

“Something like that,” Kristin replied.

“Is there a solution in there somewhere that will keep both of us happy?”

“Take me home, Paul and we’ll see. I’m a little tired tonight so I’m not sure how to answer you.”

As we drove back to the apartment Kristin was very quiet. As I couldn’t read her mind I thought it best not to say anything

either. Upon our arrival I accepted a glass of wine and then reopened the conversation.

“I get the impression, Kristin, that something is bothering you. If there is, I hope you’ll talk to me about it.”

“From the beginning we’ve moved too fast,” she replied. “It isn’t like me to go to bed with a man on the second date. Yet,

Tuesday night, there we were; and my head is still spinning. I’m not blaming you, Paul, it just happened I guess. But, as I

said, I don’t want to rush things. Yet, if you asked me to right now I’d go to bed with you in a minute. So, I’m betwixt and

between.”

“Now that you have that off your chest, let me throw in a few thoughts,” I said. “First, if I’ve given you the impression that I’m a

womanizer I want to correct that impression. I’m not a womanizer, I’m a romantic.

“What’s a romantic? My definition is that a romantic, male variety, looks at a woman as a potential love interest. He sees her

as someone who could share love with him. Love, as he sees it, as I see it, is a combination of many factors. One of these

factors is a physical one, he wants a physical connection. There are many other factors, not all definable, which I won’t try to

enumerate now. A romantic wants all of those factors to be part of the complex relationship that develops between him and

the woman. The easiest one to examine is the physical one.

“I’m attracted to you. I want to make love to you. I want all of those factors to develop as our relationship blossoms. But, it

has to start someplace and, as I said, the easiest place to start is the physical part.

“And to disagree with one point you made, going to bed didn’t just happen. I think we both wanted it to happen. I know I

wanted very much for it to happen. I’m physically attracted to you and want us to make love together. It’s a natural

consequence of loving. And yes, I’m going to ask you, right now. Will you go to bed with me, right now?"

“Kristin blushed and began to cry. I took her in my arms and held her as I spoke softly to her. “If you look at it the way I do it’s

the natural consequence of loving and there shouldn’t be any regrets.”

“Take me to bed, Paul. Make love to me.”

I led Kristin to the bedroom and undressed her, my hands trembling as I fumbled with her bra. When I removed her panties

she posed again for me as she had Tuesday night. As she removed my clothes her hands trembled so badly I had to help

her.

When we were in bed Kristin quickly showed me she had abandoned her reluctance. She guided me in and began a rapid

sensual movement that brought both of us to an ecstatic climax.

For the next hour we lay there with little being said, Kristin sighing frequently, occasionally wiping a tear from her eye.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around me as if she was afraid I would go away.

I finally broke the ice by bringing up a concern that had been bugging me all evening. “I have another suggestion to make that

you should give serious thought to as you get into your modeling career. As I see you and get to know you better I see a

beautiful woman, proud and self-confident who is going to take the world by its tail. But I think that confidence is a surface

veneer and that deep down inside you is a frightened little girl. Am I right?”

Kristin began to cry again as she answered, “Yes, Paul, I’m frightened. Just the thought of going out on a runway scares me

to death.”

“There are other kinds of modeling where you wouldn’t have to walk the runway. In fact, you’ll probably start out as a studio

model. Many models remain in the studio for their entire career. You could do that, or you could consult a psychologist or

psychiatrist and get some help in managing your fears. That could prove to be costly. Or, and this sounds self-serving and it

is, you could practice modeling with me as your coach. I’m willing if you would like to try that.”

“Spell that out for me.”

“You could parade back and forth in front of me, wearing the type of clothing you might be modeling, or nude if you like.” Here

I gave her a Groucho leer. It would be like practicing your lines for a play. The more you practice the more confidence you

get.”

“Are you pulling my leg, Paul, or are you serious?”

“I’m serious; I wouldn’t pull your leg. I might fondle it every chance I get, though. Think about what I’ve said and sleep on it.

Let me know what you think when I see you in the morning.” I got up to get dressed.

“You’re not leaving are you, Paul? Please stay.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

I crawled back into bed with Kristin and took her in my arms again. Then I repeated, “I think we both need to sleep now. We

can talk more in the morning.”

We didn’t make it until morning. It was still dark when I awoke as I felt Kristin begin to fondle me. I responded by turning to

her and fondling her exquisite breasts. Sublime love making followed and then several more hours of sleep.

As we were eating breakfast Kristin said, “I’ve given a lot of thought to what we discussed last night. I do agree that my fears

have to be faced and steps taken to alleviate the problem. One possible solution is to contact my employer’s home office.

The company has a good health plan and it’s possible counseling is included. If so, I’ll arrange for help there.

“The other suggestion you made, about coaching me, I accept. How we’ll work that out I don’t know. Do you have any

suggestions?”

“That’s an easy one. I move in with you and you can be on stage every time you’re in my line of sight. Or part of the time

anyway.”

I think my suggestion that I move in with her took Kristin by surprise. She stared at me dumbfounded. “You don’t take any

prisoners, do you?” she finally asked.

“We’re not at war,” I replied. “I want to make love, not war, and you don’t take prisoners making love.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I guess we’re not ready for that yet. Another suggestion, we could arrange several sessions a week. For every hour I

coach you I get two hours in bed with you."

By now Kristin was laughing even though she knew I was serious in a joking way. “Maybe we should look at it the other way

around,” she retorted. “For every hour that I’m your love slave you spend two hours as my tutor.”

“Agreed, if you do it all naked.”

“What am I going to do with you to get a serious answer?” Kristin asked.

“Make love with me; I’m always serious about making love.”

We decided we were getting nowhere with our discussion and, as we both needed exercise, I would go home and change

clothes then we would go jogging together. We followed a jogging trail along a canal for two hours, a trail each of us had

used before but independent of each other. I then went home to shower and shave and change clothes again and then

returned to Kristin’s apartment.

As I closed the door behind me Kristin was just walking from the shower to her bedroom, naked. It was my turn to be

dumbfounded. I had seen her naked twice before, and in bed, but always in subdued lighting. This time there was bright

sunshine outside and lights on throughout the apartment so the view I had was clear and unrestricted. It took my breath away.

“Kristin,” I called as she disappeared into the bedroom. “For my first coaching clinic I need to have you come back out of the

bedroom and walk towards me, just as you are.”

Kristin hesitated then stuck her head around the doorway and said, “You’re embarrassing me, Paul.”

“First step, models should never be embarrassed. You have to learn to walk in front of both men and women as if they don’t

exist. One piece of advice I’ve heard several times is to imagine everyone else is naked. If you do that, you’ll see how

superior your body is to theirs. Now, walk towards me as if you are on the runway and know you are the most beautiful

woman in the world.”

As she emerged from the hallway I added, “Head up, shoulders back. Now walk towards me the same way you did when I

first saw you.”

She was magnificent. Her body exuded sexuality without any attempt on her part to do so. Using slow, short steps, head up

and breasts erect she walked across the living room to where I was standing by the door. She stopped three feet from me

and stood there a few seconds with me entranced, then made a slow pivot and reversed her steps.

“One more time,” I said as she reached the hall doorway. “Pull your tummy in a little and next time comb your pubic hairs

before you strut in front of me.”

Kristin giggled and then repeated her excellent model’s walk across the living room. This time she pivoted before she

paused and stood with her delightful rear twitching towards me. As she headed towards the bedroom I said, “You know this

is just as difficult for me as it is for you. I have this almost uncontrollable urge to pick you up in my arms and carry you to the

bedroom.”

“What’s stopping you?” she asked, sticking her head around the corner again.

“I have to learn self-control, you have to learn self-confidence.”

As we sat at the table having lunch Kristin started to giggle. When I looked at her questioningly she said, “You suggested I

should try to think of everyone else as naked, so I did. I pictured you standing by the door and in the picture your penis was

humongous. I almost wet myself. Then, when I was posing in front of you, I almost lost it. I wanted to drag you to the

bedroom. See what you’re doing to me?”

“If what I’m doing to you is make you want to make love with me, then I’m succeeding beyond my wildest dreams. Now,

before you drag me to the bedroom let’s be serious for a change”

When I said this Kristin started giggling again and soon had me giggling too.

“Seriously,” I said between giggles. “I’d like to get a calendar out and mark all our scheduled commitments on it. Then we

can plan ahead to when we can be together. Unless you don’t want to commit yourself in that way. I do. Until we hit some

bumps in the road that tell me we’re not compatible I’m willing to commit myself right now to a long term relationship.”

“I am too, Paul. So let me get a calendar and we’ll do as you suggest.”

We looked at the next three months. I had only one commitment. It was now March, and for the second week in April I was

scheduled to spend a week in Hawaii at another writers’ conference. Kristin had many commitments beginning with her

Chicago trip which began the next day. She had one more in March; then two in April. The first one in April immediately

preceded my Hawaiian trip, which dashed my hopes she would accompany me. In May and June she had five more

engagements, most of them 5 to 6 days in length. We marked all these commitments on her calendar and then Kristin got

out a second calendar and copied them down for me.

One of Kristin’s May commitments was in Orlando, Florida. “If it won’t interfere with your schedule I’d like to go with you to

Florida,” I said. “We can stay a few extra days, before or after and do Disney World and try a couple of the Florida beaches.

Okay?”

“Let’s wait until that time approaches and then decide. Is that okay with you?”

“Sure.”

We spent the rest of the afternoon making love. Kristin’s earlier inhibitions had vanished completely. The love making was

idyllic.

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